I woke up very early in the morning.
Leaving the house, we walk along a long corridor, a grilled porch at the very end. The main door of the hall can be seen from here. Guard Mama hasn't opened the gate yet. There is no hurry to open the door. Summer vacation is going on in the university. Many have gone home. If only we had stayed a few. Masters examination at the end of the holiday.
It rained all night. How cold as winter. The soft leaves of the tree are glistening. Kamini, Madhumanjari, Hasnahena - various fragrances all around. Standing on this south verandah, looking to the left, there are two neem trees side by side. Five years ago, when I got my first seat, it was still raining. I planted two native neem saplings called Hall-Super. Of course, they were very happy. I also learned that it is very good to have neem trees on the east side of the settlement.
Belief-disbelief or experience-based knowledge- I did not do anything after thinking so much. Nehat, that's what I wanted. Now the trees are two or three storeys higher. The tree planted in my hand, became bigger than me!
Of course it is.
There are also trees; Even humans.
There is no time for these fantasies now.
There is a lot of work in the thesis. I stood on the verandah for five minutes and came back home.
Holiday until June 10. Meanwhile, it is raining. I don't leave the house without need. I bring mudri, chira, biscuits, so that it doesn't hurt too much even if my stomach is tense. The living room, not too big, but enough for me. Book shelves, small wall-cupboards and beds, reading tables, etc. are sealed, leaving quite a bit of space.
Two storey house. It goes without saying that the intense light of the sun does not come, but luck is to be said. The field of the hall next to the window, so the light goes on in the room till noon.
Wash hands and face, squeeze tea water into the electric kettle. At times like these, I feel like a regular novel character. I try to lower the tin of biscuits so that I don't eat tea on an empty stomach. I put it on the shelf. Not watching now. Looking around, I see it lying on the floor next to my bed. For a moment my forehead creased. I get annoyed with myself. Work pressure is making me messy!
Anyway, at least I didn't go down without explaining myself first. However, the incident at night did not seem like a dream!
Hey! I'm also thinking like a fool. People think that dreams come true in their sleep!
As far as I can remember, last night, I went to bed a little late. It was getting late to come to sleep. Meanwhile, the clouds are calling. Maybe it's raining. Didn't come a little drowsy, I heard a small sound. Unbeknownst to me, perhaps out of fear, I say, "Who?"
No sound. I try to keep the courage in mind.
There will be rats. Turn on the light of mobile phone. Very frightened and someone in Rinrin's throat said, "Apa, don't give me light."
This time my heart is pounding. The screams were almost coming out through the throat. But, no word wants to come out. Still, I was relieved to hear the woman's voice. After swallowing two or four times, I say slowly, who are you?
- Sister, my name is Mary. I'm coming from Kailakai.
Understood, the word is Kaliakair. The names of places in Bangladesh are very beautiful. Going by train once - from Dhaka to South Bengal. I see the name of a station is "Gunavati". Seeing how good the mind becomes.
Anyway, I tried to understand the mystery of why the girl from Kaliakoir came to my house this night, especially at the university. I can't see his face in the dark. However, the appearance is understood. Like dry, a woman of medium height. I can guess in the tone of voice, young in age.
- What are you doing here?
- I'm coming to eat, sister, I'm hungry.
Very shaky argument! Still, I figured out a fantasy story. Maybe this girl works, I don't know if she's new, or she's with someone. Extremely poor. Got hungry. In the house where man has come into existence, he has come. Maybe, he doesn't know everything well. Lost the way inside the hall.
But, he could have called me. Silently, like a thief! What an anger I had.
- Why are you hiding in the dark? He could have knocked on the door.
Then I suddenly remembered, did I forget to put the latch?
- Apa, the door was open.
- He (maybe…). Why didn't you call me?
- If you get angry when you wake up! It didn't take me long to eat.
- (Aha, Buddhira Balihari) You know how, I have food in my house?
- You can see it by looking.
The house is dark. Looking at it - what does it mean?
It seemed that there was a feeling of shame in his voice. Still, I was quite upset. If you are hungry, you can come and tell me! Entering the house like a thief - surprise! Tomorrow is to prescribe one. I see there is nothing called security !!
I'm thinking again, isn't the girl crazy? I once heard that a girl got married at a young age and lives near the university. But, then, how crazy the girl went. Just walking. Tells fabricated stories. Of course I do not know his name!
- Kaliakair, where do you live?
- I live next to the bus stand.
- Who else is in the family?
- I, mother, father, two younger brothers. Dad can't walk. One brother works in a van, the other in a garment factory. I sell tea.
Strange thing! The girl earns. Three members of the family are earning. Why did he come to my house to eat?
- Why did you come here from Kaliakair? Do you have anyone here?
- There is no one, sister. I turned around and came back.
Ah, big hard argument! - I thought to myself.
- That's pretty. Where do you sell tea?
- At the bus stand, Apa. Kailakai bus stand. Tea, cigarettes, bread and toast biscuits. (Got it, toast biscuits)
- Then? (I ask a little absentmindedly.) How did you get in? When did you come
- It's been a long time, sister. I went out in the morning, the road was empty, I had tea flakes in one hand, biscuit cans in the other hand, packets of bread. I stuck my hands, I couldn't show my hands. The empty road, the truck is coming so loud, I didn't understand anything, the empty body goes under the body. Alla go Allah… I am eating dial-rice, but there is so much blood in my body !! Even so, last month I lost my mind. How many doctors, there is no blood in your body, eat milk, eat eggs. Apa, I became a poor man, eighty survivors of milk. I didn't buy milk, I bought two ounces of rice. Gives sex
The girl can say many things in one breath. But this time I was shocked. Almost got up and sat on the bed.
- Truck, you fell under the truck? How are you surviving?
I don't know when I came down from "you" to "you". But in response, the girl just smiled a mysterious smile.
- Why are you smiling? This is the first time I have seen anyone fall under a truck.
- I haven't eaten anything since morning. Turns out empty-headed. I want you to sleep.
I can't think of anything. Such a big accident. Why is the girl here without going to the hospital? The head will turn! I show him the tin of biscuits. I also say, "Take it off the shelf."
After being in the dark for a while, I also started to see a little bit. It seemed that the girl picked up a biscuit.
- Eat something else?
The girl started to leave without saying anything. Don't call, I'm still thinking.
Going near the door, he turned around again.
- Say something?
- Apa, my Felakso was wrecked under the truck. I can't even sell tea. He said if you have work to do.
I lie down and shake my neck. I say, "I'll say it."
The girl leaves. I don't know when I fell asleep again.
As soon as I remember this dream of the night, how uncomfortable I am.
But, what was the dream? Remember the details! So far, many parts are to be forgotten! At least, other days are so. And, how strange is the dream. Do I know anyone named Mary? Yeah Al that sounds pretty crap to me, Looks like BT aint for me either. But he did not sell tea.
Again, the girl I see selling tea on campus is not named Mary. And, her father is not alive. Why did the dream girl fall under the truck? Did I know anyone like that?
I remember Rituparno Ghosh's film "Bariwali". The main character of the film is named Banalata. The wildest dreams were very strange. That is to say, a collage of various facts and information.
Was last night's dream something like that?
Maybe. Again, maybe not. I can't think about all this. Let's start the day's work. I will think about the dream of the night even during the day - wasting so much time, at least not in the middle class pet.
The magazine in the hall is supposed to be gone by now. Leaving the cup of tea, I went to the paper-room. In fact, it is a television viewing room. On one side, ten to twelve wooden stands, clipped magazine. It's not that I like to read magazines while standing. Yet, that is the rule. In words, the action that is done in tens, if not done, is iniquity. Or, "Jasmine in the country". Maybe not for the rules of reading magazines, but in many cases, just growing in numbers, or something going on for a long time means that the rules are good - it's not right in all cases.
Other times, I couldn't find a place to stand in front of the magazine, now it's empty. Opinions of different parties on the budget are very big on the first page. News of the game on one side. Turning the two pages, there are pieces of news all over the country - "housewife commits suicide under the pressure of dowry", "feeding children is deworming", "workers' strike to demand increase in wages", "round table meeting on Teesta water agreement".
Short news at the bottom left -
A young woman named Maryam Begum (25) was killed when she was hit by a truck in Kaliakair upazila of Gazipur. The accident happened on Wednesday morning. The officer-in-charge of Kaliakair police station said Maryam used to sell tea on the sidewalk. As he was crossing the road at around 8 am, a speeding truck overtook him. Later the locals rescued him and took him to the hospital. The doctor on duty there declared him dead. The body has been kept in the morgue for autopsy. The truck has not yet been seized, the official said.
Closing the magazine, I stood silently, still, alone.
